Serving as a guard for a Order is extremely boring, extremely boring.

During their days in the castle, these monks, who fanatically obeyed the ancient monastic rules and believed that this was the only way to heaven, would begin their morning prayers at 2:30 a.m. and continue until dawn, when the morning service began immediately after dawn, followed by the 9 o'clock service. The status of these monks did not allow them to work in the fields like ordinary monks from Liguria to Piedmont, so there were two prayers from lunch to more than 2 p.m. After this is done, the monks have to participate in the evening prayer, which is usually shorter, and an hour or two later, the evening prayer is usually shorter, and after an hour or two, it is the evening prayer before going to bed.

When he left Benivento, thinking that he was finally free from the sea of suffering, he rode through the rough road, the puddles of water everywhere shining with golden light, fluttering birds and wild beasts digging in the earth, and the surrounding war did not break the life south of Campania, Angus did not understand why the black-robed men turned a blind eye to such a scene, and prayed all day as if the world were just a large and long funeral.

The Holy See gave him the task of escorting his friend to the East, which gave him endless reverie, and in the north, the capital was called Mikrigad, and the lord of the city was Garth-King in the south, whose territory spread over the colorful coastline, unlike the northern coast, forever hidden in snow and mist. Legend has it that the king was forever surrounded by the most famous warriors of the north, who could guard his boundless riches, so he generously rewarded them, wrapping them in gold, silver and silk, and bestowing them with the best of them......

These fantasies made Angus forget to even think about this mission, after all, Dagobert was now a prince of the church, and he was the brain of the team......

The sound of the dragon being awakened in the distance was heard, and Angus, like the sharpest hunter, immediately woke up, and experience told him that this movement was either cavalry or wolves.

He prayed for the latter.

"Occupy that high ground and prepare for defense!"

The mercenaries turned in an orderly formation and began to march towards the high ground pointed out by the military leader, the spearmen and crossbowmen winged the carts and the black-robed men on donkeys and horses through the narrow road, and the vehicles that could not be taken were left behind, and Angus felt that if an army came, the goods could at least delay for him.

Luckily, the hill is steep enough to be attacked on three sides, which gives everyone some sense of security.

The sound is getting closer and closer, full of wildness like a wolf.

"It's a Norman!" A black-robed man cried out, his voice trembling.

"Help me put on my armor." Angus ordered at Gilic.

The Greenwich plate cuirass presented by the Pope and the Greek hoplite-style babuta helmet given by the Tuscan lady soon transformed him into a formidable warrior, the old chain mail showing only the throat guards, the joints of the limbs, etc., and after drawing the newly forged blackened thin-edged sword from the red sheath tied to the sword belt, he shouted in a clear voice: "Open my flag." ”

This was not the time to reveal their identity, the Normans were not always friends of the Church, but there was a flag that Angus wanted them to remember.

This is the first time that the Blue Star Banner of the Grand Leader of Morai has appeared in the South......

As night fell, Angus, stripped naked, was carried into the tent by four Norman knights dressed in jewels.

"Your Excellency, this is your friend. Your things will then be returned. ”

"Thank you very much, Lord William." Dagobert was surprised that returning the spoils was not the Norman style, "We are confident that the Holy See will remember this kindness." ”

Angus tried to prop up his torso from the ground despite the pain in his arm, beads of sweat the size of beans falling from the corners of his forehead, his brain still filled with the chaos of the battle, and the sharp pain was both a memory of the time and a reaction of his body.

"Help him up." William ordered.

Astonishingly, the Bishop of Pisa stopped the attendant and stepped forward himself, reaching out and raising the arm that was showing blood and bruises.

"It's time for us to take our leave." Bishop Dagobert helped Angus and turned back to the Norman lord, his tone as flat as if he were stating a fact.

"In this situation, through Melfi? No, it's crazy. Now this land is full of enemies and enemies, and God bears witness that if you were not considered Salerno, today's misunderstanding would not have happened. The Normans were unmoved," I insisted on escorting Your Excellency. ”

"Where to go?"

"Naturally, I'm going to see my lord." William's words caused a wave of disgust in the bishop.

Obviously, they were still captives, just more respectable captives, and it looked like William de Grande Mesnier was not going to let them go, and as for the reason, Dagobert could guess with his eyes closed.

He was afraid to go to Barry to meet Roger Bosa himself, even though he had shown that he had no interest in the struggle within the Normans.

Glancing at the dying Angus, the Bishop realized that he had no choice but to meet William's lord and brother-in-law, Bohemond.